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❝𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐄𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑺❞
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( na'vi language is in bold! ♡ )
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// nahaeriah arose from the bioluminescent grass, her lashes fluttering and her orbs looked left and right. she felt uneasy, and struggled to even sit up.
her head throbbed heavily, but what worried her most was the first few voices she heard.
"she's over there!" a warrior commanded, having his men go through the vines that clearly blocked them from finding her, "is she omatikaya?"
one of the men nodded, and found nahæriah easily, "sir, it's her. have one of the men report to the clan that she is safe."
another man immediately left. and nahæriah could recognize one of the men, tsu'tey, it seemed he was leading them to her.
two male healers made their way over to nahæriah, "are you alright, daughter of mo'at?" a man asked, helping her into a sling they brought.
"no." she weakly answered, clutching her stomach when it cramped.
...
"so, my child, you have a talk with neytiri and then run off with no avail." mo'at harshly asked, grabbing a small needle and sticking it in nahæriah gently, while two female attendants handed nahæriah herbs.
